What good is a song without words
And what good is a tree without birds?
What good is a rose without dew
And what good am I without you?

Now that I'm used to you
I'd be so blue
If we should ever part
I've grown so used to you
The things you do
They're part of me, sweetheart

You love my way
You kiss my way
Why should you try someone new?
If you should say we're through
What would I do
Now that I'm used to you?

Now that I'm used to you
I'd be so blue
If we should ever part
I've grown so, I've grown so used to you
The things you do
They're part of me, sweetheart
You love my way
And you kiss my way
Why should you try someone new?
If you should say we're through
What would I do
Now that I'm used to you?